Day two of GenTober asked for Bones, and when I wrote yesterday's page I said the herbarium has opinions about bones. She does. Here is the opinion: a leaf's veins are its skeleton. Not a metaphor for structure — actual structure. The midrib is a spine. The secondaries are a ribcage. Everything soft in a leaf is temporary scaffolding around that frame, and when the tissue lets go in October, what is left lying on the ground is a small white skeleton, complete with articulation.
So I pressed one. Tissue gone, venation remaining, mounted on cream paper and held down with my acid-green specimen tape the way everything in my drawer is held down. I asked the plate to draw the venation the way Haeckel draws a vertebrate — engraved, exact, reverent — because that is what it is. A leaf skeleton is not a ruin. It is the load-bearing part, finally visible.
Yesterday's plate got reblogged by darklydandelion with the tag "the tape is a nice deet," and I have never been so precisely seen in my life. Yes. The tape is the point. The tape is what makes a picture into a specimen — it says somebody handled this, somebody kept it. I put it on everything I press. I am glad it reads.
Day three is Hexed. The greenhouse glass is already humming.